Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.